12-14-2015, 09:58 PM
la jeune fille marquée
His touch is what undoes her. Her heart cracks and from it, her untapped desire flows. She wants this. She wants him, in whatever way she can. It matters so little that they are broken beings, that neither will ever be fully whole. Maybe together they can be a semblance of healed. And though her head tells her that she isn't worthy of such things, her heart chooses to believe in the warmth of Magnus' embrace. Cleansing tears run down her face as he kisses her cheeks and her face, lingering on her forehead in a way that makes her body ache with longing. After so long feeling nothing but grief, the quiet wonder of joy is almost painful.
The richness of his voice echoes in her ear, his words like a balm to her soul. For the first time she sees that there is more to what she's been through than darkness. All along, there was a light for her path. She tries to imagine, for a moment, the bravery that Magnus says he sees. The miracle he says she is. Minette blushes at the thought. The gray mare doesn't feel brave. She feels worn and stretched. But there is something there, the beginning of peace kindled within her being.
He meets her eyes then, drawing back so they are facing one another. Everything he says surprises her, for though she loves him beyond understanding, she would never have believed before now that he could feel the same for someone like her. But then, he knows. He knows who she was and has been, and in the same way Magnus has opened his past to let her look at the darkness he carries. They are not perfect or ideal, but for the first time that matters little to Minette. It is enough that they are.
I don't need you to be whole, my angel. I need you to be you. I don't love the man you were or the man you could have been, I love who you are in this moment and for all the days after.” She meets his eyes with a warm look, before nuzzling his neck. “You may look at me and see an incredible soul, and a miracle, Magnus, for I look at you and see the same. If you hadn't comforted me that day, I don't know that I would have had the courage to leave what I had known for so long. There is strength and passion and depth in you, and I am honored to call even a part of you mine.”
The richness of his voice echoes in her ear, his words like a balm to her soul. For the first time she sees that there is more to what she's been through than darkness. All along, there was a light for her path. She tries to imagine, for a moment, the bravery that Magnus says he sees. The miracle he says she is. Minette blushes at the thought. The gray mare doesn't feel brave. She feels worn and stretched. But there is something there, the beginning of peace kindled within her being.
He meets her eyes then, drawing back so they are facing one another. Everything he says surprises her, for though she loves him beyond understanding, she would never have believed before now that he could feel the same for someone like her. But then, he knows. He knows who she was and has been, and in the same way Magnus has opened his past to let her look at the darkness he carries. They are not perfect or ideal, but for the first time that matters little to Minette. It is enough that they are.
I don't need you to be whole, my angel. I need you to be you. I don't love the man you were or the man you could have been, I love who you are in this moment and for all the days after.” She meets his eyes with a warm look, before nuzzling his neck. “You may look at me and see an incredible soul, and a miracle, Magnus, for I look at you and see the same. If you hadn't comforted me that day, I don't know that I would have had the courage to leave what I had known for so long. There is strength and passion and depth in you, and I am honored to call even a part of you mine.”